Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2013
forty seven days
until i'm free
no more lockers
no more hallways
no more homework
no more classrooms
freedom
on my own
sort of
i get to figure life out
early
who will be there to
catch me when
i trip
and fall flat
on my face
will you be there
to hold my hand
and lead me to new places?
I honestly am starting to hate my poetry.
Just absolutely hate it.
Alysia Michelle
Written by
Alysia Michelle  America
(America)   
347
   Alicia Pena, ---, Jay and Megan
Please log in to view and add comments on poems